...this is lovely. really...

Six degrees of separation my FOOT. I hate this city, it is too fucking small. I want it to spontaneously combust when I am conveniently elsewhere.

I just saw something which made me go "huh". Then question the probability that person A knows person B. And came to the conclusion that considering a) similar program, b) nationalistic identity and c) the fact that the world HATES me, it is probably true that yes, indeed they know each other.

Which is rather less than swell. Not even the Blue House was far away, or sheltered, enough it seems.

I haven't wanted to be out of this city (read: world) so badly since Christian high-tailed his ass to the rock capital of the US of A and I wanted to follow. This is all your fault.